An hour later.
The downstairs noise had quieted down. Abigail lazily spoke, "Time's up. Send them away."
Pullan quickly went upstairs with the two men. In the walk-in closet, the three men were stunned.
The large walk-in closet was covered in clothes, shoes, and bags. The two women lay each in a corner.
Downstairs, Ruby Green had appeared well-dressed and groomed despite her shrieking. But now, a large chunk of her bangs had been yanked out, exposing her scalp. The remaining hair stuck to her forehead, and her makeup was smeared; she looked like a ghost crawling out of a TV at midnight.
Diana Edith wasn't any better. Her face was full of alarming scratches, making her already plain, aged face look even more grotesque. She was panting heavily, still cursing under her breath.
Looking at the ruined clothes and bags on the floor, Pullan twitched. This wasn't just two women dissing each other; it looked like the aftermath of a full-on brawl.
